Chapter 47: Esports Pro Lu Mingfei

"I'd almost forgotten—you've always been this good at tricking girls."

Three thousand strands of dark hair rose and fell gently with the scorching waves of heat. She wore a white dress, her bearing cool and aloof, like a worldly green lotus, her slender waist as supple as a willow leaf.

"Xun'er, you know me."

Within the Endless Fire Domain, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan stretched out an arm and drew the beauty close.

"I've always been quite honest."

The Fire Domain's Mistress, Gu Xun'er, leaned against Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's shoulder and said, displeased:

"One big liar, one little liar."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan tenderly stroked the beauty's fine hair in his arms—he owed Xun'er far too much.

If it were possible, he truly wished he could have spent more time with Xun'er in the days gone by.

It is hard in this world to have both. If he did not cultivate diligently, how could he be worthy of Xun'er, how could he protect his kin and loved ones through the great tide?

"Have you figured it out?" Gu Xun'er asked softly: "That unknown thing that appeared on your past self."

"Perhaps, it's a stroke of fortune." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan pondered for a moment, then said: "I once thought the Sovereign was the pinnacle of the Myriad Worlds. I, Mu Chen, and Lin Dong sought for many years and never found a path further ahead."

"Can that thing help you break through?"

"I don't know." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan shook his head. A tool for crossing worlds to communicate did not possess that kind of ability.

"Could there be some kind of conspiracy behind it?"

"Can't be sure… but I saw a trace and a stretch of void."

A Sovereign, blessed and favored by the will of the Myriad Worlds, can rewind the time of the Myriad Worlds and the Minor Thousand Worlds, observe past spacetime, make subtle changes to the past, and form different tributaries.

The names of the three of them had already been recorded on the Firmament List. So long as a possibility existed within the Myriad Worlds and the related Minor Thousand Worlds, it would ultimately converge from the past worlds onto their present selves.

"Among those people who were with my past self, there is a past body above the Sovereign realm." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan recalled that when he had used himself as a medium to deduce the origins of that group, a gaze had crossed the layered barriers of endless spacetime and fixed upon him.

"Not a Sovereign's past, present, and future, but one who wanders outside of time… no, that's not right, I can't comprehend it."

With just a single glance, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan understood: so long as that existence was willing, it could at any moment come alive at any point in time in its peak state.

Using the word "alive" isn't quite accurate—that is the concept of existence itself. At any point in time, in any world where any possibility exists, any version of him is the same existence, undivided.

Both audience and actor on the stage—the difference lies in whether he is willing to awaken and take part in the present plot.

"There's another person I can't see through either. There seems to be something on him."

That person called Su Lin seemed to exist, yet also seemed not to, his state a little strange. The matters tangled up in him were likely not few, probably involving the schemes of certain existences.

There was yet another existence. Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan had detected some traces, but the other party seemed to be deliberately avoiding him, so he didn't press the investigation too deeply.

A little too cautious, honestly. We're all group friends—wouldn't it be nice to come out, meet, and chat?

Beyond the Myriad Worlds, there exist countless other worlds, where risk and opportunity walk hand in hand.

"Regardless, at least one thing is now known." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan smiled: "The road ahead is still very long."

"What road is long?" Cai Lin toyed with an empty bottle in her hand. She had originally come to find Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan to refine some pills: "Am I interrupting you two?"

"No, Cai Lin, your timing is perfect." Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan opened his other arm.

Water Mirror Peak

Ye Fan felt it was a bit absurd—the Parallel World truly held every wonder under heaven.

Someone actually crossed star domains to collect a parking fee, chasing the debt all the way from Earth to the Northern Dipper.

What kind of bizarre world line is this…

Forget it.

His future self didn't even bother to show up. How boring.

Once the novelty wore off, Ye Fan handed the Dayan Pearl to Lu Mingfei.

"…."

Actually, at this point Lu Mingfei no longer wanted to use the thing. What if his Parallel World self did something embarrassing? Then he, Lu Mingfei, would truly be socially dead across worlds.

Maybe he should just forget it…

Mm, forget it.

Whatever his Parallel World self was, that's what he was. The current him was a cultivation practitioner—a cultivator, mind you. Could the Parallel World Lu Mingfei do that?

One hand on the chat group, one hand on the cultivation arts. While the others were still playing games, he had already begun cultivating. Seen Kassel at three in the morning? Actually, he hadn't seen it either.

"You're not going to chicken out, are you?" Su Lin's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it: "To fulfill your wish, I specially brought out my most prized treasure."

Lu Mingfei felt a shackle called guilt bind the hand that wanted to put down the Dayan Pearl.

"Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan already generously showed off his love life. No one's going to chicken out, right?"

Don't compare, Lu Mingfei. Comparison is a bad habit.

"No way, no way, surely no one really…."

Before the words were finished, a dazzling light appeared in the palm of Lu Mingfei's hand.

Lu Mingfei's face went ashen. Now he could only pray that his other-world selves would pull their weight and not be too outrageous. Please, nothing like getting a nosebleed while holding some senior sister's photo book.

"Dragon's on your face—how can you lose?!"

"Lift the trophy! Lu Mingfei!"

Inside a venue, several computers were set up on the stage. The audience below cheered one after another for Lu Mingfei.

The youthful innocence had not yet faded from his face. Excitement hung on his features, a proud smile radiant upon it. The young man raised a trophy and roared amid the cheers of his teammates and coach.

Boom—

Boom—

Confetti from the ceremonial cannons fluttered through the air. In the interview camera's frame, Lu Mingfei clutched the championship trophy as hot tears streamed down his face.

"An esports pro?!"

Right—he could have taken this path all along. No need to attend some Kassel College at all. He could have gone to be a pro esports player and livestreamer and made bank.

Envious…

Looking at the version of himself on the screen, Lu Mingfei figured the him on this world-line must be doing pretty well — at least not tangled up with any dragon-slaying business.

Compared with the parallel worlds of the previous two, the world-line reflected by Lu Mingfei was far simpler — no cultivation, no struggle, just an ordinary life.

Perhaps ordinariness is the only answer.

Switch.

At a thought from Lu Mingfei, the image shifted.

Just throw in two more random world-lines to give them something to watch and send them on their way, Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

He cast a covetous glance at the food cooking in the pot, then swept his eyes over the others present.

All of them were waiting to watch the show while they ate.

"I'm counting on you, my other self! Don't let me down!"

The sky was gold — not originally gold, but dyed that color by something.

A golden canopy that blotted out the sun, golden leaves drifting down on the breeze.

What a colossal golden trunk it was — the Western medieval-style city looked utterly insignificant before this towering giant tree.

Upon the throne at the peak, a lone figure sat quietly, expression neither sad nor glad, silently gazing ahead.

Klein looked at the scene, lips parting as if to speak, his gaze shifting back and forth between Lu Mingfei and the image reflected by the Dayan Pearl.